Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.